He Chaozhi's eyes were heavy, and he suddenly hugged Song Lan into his arms, pressed his thin lips on her white shoulder, and bit down hard.
Song Lan's pupils shrank slightly and she gasped in pain, her soft hands unable to push He Chaozhi away.
"He Chaozhi, are you crazy? Are you a dog?"
He Chaozhi chuckled and said with a hint of anger: "Song Lan, you dislike me so much, why don't you allow me to bite you?"
Song Lan: "I don't mind you..."
He Chaozhi put his head aside coldly, seeming unwilling to continue this topic.
He picked up the suits scattered on the floor and put them on one by one, his tall figure always facing Song Lan.
"I will be busy for a while and won't have time to see you. You should take good care of yourself."
Song Lan fell on the quilt and hummed weakly, her mouthpiece tightening.
She wasn't sure if He Chaozhi was angry because she didn't want to have a child.
But she didn't have the energy to explain.
From the moment she embarked on this path, it meant that there was no room for her to look back.
As the door opened and closed, the man left.
In the quiet room, the woman huddled into a ball, making no sound.
In the next period of time, He Chaozhi did not appear again.
Song Lan only heard from various channels how he expanded his business territory, or how he had dinner parties.
He Chaozhi didn't look for her, and she didn't look for He Chaozhi either.
She came to the nursing home alone and took advantage of this free time to take care of Song's father.
Until one day, Jiang Yurong called.
"Song Lan, I wonder if you have time to meet now?"
Song Lan glanced at Song's father, who was lying quietly on the hospital bed without any response, and hummed quietly.
"I'll go find you."
Half an hour later, the two met in a classical teahouse.
Jiang Yurong wears an emerald green cheongsam and a smoky gray shawl, which makes her look refined, gentle and moving.
When I met Song Lan, she acted modest and gentle, no different from before.
"Aunt Rong, you came to me. Did Chao Zhi's father ask you to send a message?"
Jiang Yurong was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, her pear curls clear.
"No, don't get me wrong. I just heard that you offended Chao Zhi's father and was dismissed from your job. Your situation is not very good, so——"
Jiang Yurong paused and explained softly: "Don't worry, I'm definitely not here to see your joke. I just want to ask you if you need my help?"
"Help?" Song Lan finally raised her cold eyes and spoke in a low voice.
"I promised you before that as long as you coax Chao Zhi to go home for dinner and meet his father, I will help you enter the He family. What I promised will never change. I see that you also need my help now.
." Jiang Yurong said sincerely as she flicked the jade bracelet on her wrist.
The expensive jade bracelet exuded a gleaming luster on her snow-like skin. With every flash, one could guess at a glance that she was of noble status.
Song Lan looked away without trace, and suddenly understood why Jiang Yurong gave up the Song family and went to the He family.
If she stayed in the Song family, although she would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life, she would never be able to get her the extravagant possessions of glory and wealth.
Song Lan picked up the tea cup and covered the lazy smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Aunt Rong is joking. Even with your help, isn't it Uncle He who will decide my entry into the He family in the end? Uncle He won't let me in, can I still force my way in?"
"Song Lan, don't be discouraged..."
"Aunt Rong." Song Lan suddenly put down the tea cup, interrupting Jiang Yurong's words with a slight sound.
Song Lan narrowed her beautiful eyes and carefully looked at the noble lady in front of her who had always been pampered and pampered, resulting in some naivety.
"Do you know what is the difference between me and those wealthy ladies? I have looks and talents, but the only difference is my family background. Their fathers are either in business or politics, but my father is lying in the hospital and must use high
I have to pay extra medical expenses to stay alive, otherwise... I will lose my only relative in the world."
Song Lan's voice is like smoke, so light that it makes people feel sad.
"So based on this alone, I will never be able to get Uncle He to recognize me. Aunt Rong thinks, how can you help me?"
Jiang Yurong was silent.
The last time she chatted with Song Lan, she heard that she had no mother and her only father was seriously ill and in a coma.
What a poor child.
Jiang Yurong sighed in her heart, feeling a little heartbroken for no reason.
Jiang Yurong smiled helplessly and said: "It's my fault for making you sad. Song Lan, let's not talk about this for now. I just came to see you today. I feel relieved when I see that you are okay."
After exchanging a few words, Jiang Yurong left the teahouse with a complicated mood and returned to He's house.
He Mingchuan was reading the newspaper on the sofa. When he saw Jiang Yurong coming back, he shook the newspaper without raising his head: "You're back? Have you visited Song Lan?"
Jiang Yurong's hand paused as she closed the door.
This is the case with He Mingzhuan. Even if he is not as obsessed with her in the past two years, he will still have people secretly monitor her whereabouts.
Jiang Yurong sighed silently, squeezed out a smile, took off her shawl and put it on her forearm, then walked to the living room with her waist straight.
"Well, I wanted to see what Song Lan was doing, so I went to visit."
"What can she do? She's just waiting to die." He Mingchuan snorted coldly.
Jiang Yurong consciously walked around behind him, stretched out her slender hands, and helped him squeeze his shoulders and pat his back.
"Famous biography, in fact, Song Lan's child is quite pitiful. She has no mother and her father is seriously ill. She can only live in a nursing home to survive. She can support herself for so many years. I think she may be a good child with tough character.
It’s not as philistine and shrewd as you think…”
"What are you talking about? She has a seriously ill father who lives in a nursing home?"
He Mingchuan did not listen to Jiang Yurong's words at all, but asked seriously: "Are you sure?"
Jiang Yurong just said it carelessly, not wanting He Mingzhuan to care so much, her face turned pale: "Yes, what's the matter?"
"...It's nothing. I have something to do. You can have dinner by yourself."
He Mingchuan said nothing, put away the newspaper, put on his suit jacket, and left the He family in a hurry.
Jiang Yurong was left with her head raised, hopelessly watching him leave.
After getting in the car, He Mingchuan told his secretary with a gloomy face: "Go check Song Lan's family background."
Secretary: "Mr. He, didn't you say that it is impossible for that woman to enter the He family, and there is no need to investigate?"
"It's different now." He Mingchuan's breathing was heavy, and he didn't know where he was looking with a pair of cloudy eagle eyes.
"I have something very suspicious and I need to confirm it."
…
After spending a few days with his father, Song Lan returned to the apartment to tidy up and prepare to go to work.
She had just come out of the shower and put on professional clothes when she heard someone banging on the door of her home.
Song Lan raised her slender eyebrows and walked to the door cautiously: "Who?"
The apartment she lives in is in the old city and does not have a video doorbell installed.
The rumbling knock on the door was like muffled thunder, which made people panic.
